I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 767 Old demon, whisper

Houses in rural areas of China are not allowed to be bought and sold by outsiders at will, but the houses in the Northeast Forest Farm are an exception. They can be bought and sold normally, and the prices are not expensive in most places.

This place used to be a bitterly cold place with no electricity, internet or running water. Heating was needed for half a year every year, and we had to burn the kang or fire wall to keep warm every day. Collecting and chopping firewood was a very troublesome task.

There are many uninhabited houses now. If you want to buy one, it is normal to pay tens of thousands of yuan for a house with a yard of over 1,000 square meters.

This place is not too far north, and in fact it is not particularly cold. The coldest month in winter is about minus ten to minus twenty degrees Celsius.

If these monsters can do the right things, they will be good to everyone, especially some monsters who have unique talents and have more advantages than humans when doing certain things.

For example, the bear boss who sells honey can tolerate sand in his eyes, but cannot tolerate bad honey. He was forced into a desperate situation and started raising bees himself. Regardless of the quality, at least there are no fakes.

The staple food of ordinary yellow foxes is not chicken, but the yellow fox that has transformed into a monster loves to eat it.

Wen Yan drew a lot of big plans in one breath, and even arranged a schedule on his mobile phone in front of Huangpizi. This kind of small matter did not even need to be regarded as a task, but Wen Yan still took the initiative to add some merit and handed it over to the local Lieyang tribe.

Huangpizi was watching from the side, tears almost falling from his eyes.

Wen Yan followed the procedure, so no matter whether others knew the actual situation or not, at least they would know that this yellow-skinned guy had some relationship with Wen Yan.

For this reason alone, as a yellow-skinned person, you can live much more comfortably here.

At least when something happens, it won't come with a debuff just because it's a yellow skin.

Because the things done by the yellow-skinned people before have become organized and on a large scale, the yellow-skinned people in the entire Northeast region are having a hard time now. If they are caught committing a crime, there is a high chance that they will be beaten to death.

If you are unlucky and happen to appear near a crime scene, you are bound to be caught. If you dare to resist, you may be beaten to death on the spot.

The Lieyang Tribe has to pay attention to the impact anyway, but within the yellow-skinned population, the rules are much stricter than those outside. It is normal to be killed directly. The big monster in charge of the yellow-skinned people is now most afraid of being caught by people outside.

With Wen Yan's promise, Huangpizi became more enthusiastic. He added Wen Yan's contact information, opened the chicken coop, let the chickens forage for food nearby, and then carefully selected one.

"Boss, you haven't eaten yet, wait a moment, I have learned how to make boiled chicken..."

"No, I have something else to do. Maybe next time. Business is more important."

Huangpizi felt a little regretful, as he had specialized in cooking boiled chicken. Upon hearing this, he stepped on his short legs, got on his motorcycle, and disappeared quickly, going out to continue gathering information.

Wen Yan took a step forward and disappeared into the forest.

It's basically enough for him to just show up here.

But this time it was a bit of an unexpected gain, and it doesn’t seem to be a big deal at the moment.

Ever since we went to the island country last time and defeated the river god of their largest river, things have become quiet over there. At least the local monsters there have all knelt down.

One of the reasons why they don't dare to make any trouble is that in a large part of the southwestern area, some monsters have started shouting slogans, saying that they are monsters from China.

If a human was shouting like that, it would be a little difficult for Shenzhou to handle. But if a monster was shouting this slogan, Shenzhou's official response could be elegantly translated as: Their mouths are on their bodies, can I really cover the mouths of some monsters?
A more straightforward translation would be: It’s none of my business.

Some unofficial people also responded by saying: Are you sure you want us to take care of this matter?

Then there is no more then.

No one asked Shenzhou about this matter anymore.

Wen Yan didn't care much about the follow-up matters. At most, he would occasionally look at the files sent by Black Box. It was enough to know some things.

But I didn't expect that something unexpected would happen again.

Now that he had encountered him, Wen Yan followed the information provided by the yellow-skinned man and the information collected by the black box and headed straight into the mountains.

According to the intelligence, the other party followed the mountain herders into the mountains to get some medicinal herbs unique to this season. By the way, they took a look at the growth and location of some medicinal herbs and made a rough assessment, such as the old mountain ginseng here.

Without experiencing the wind, frost, rain and snow of the natural environment, the use effect will be very different.

If they are striving for excellence, it would be normal for them to come twice a year.

Wen Yan glanced at his phone, which showed the routes frequently taken by local mountain herders. He quickly shuttled through the mountains, and with the bonus, his speed was three times faster than running on flat ground.

In less than half an hour, he received a message from Huangpizi on his mobile phone.

"Boss, I just found out that the fake devil had contact with Piao Xian'er here before, but a few months ago, when you came here, many Piao Xian'er were dealt with, and the Piao Xian'er who had the closest relationship with them was beaten to death by you. I'm not sure about the current situation. My second cousin said he would go and find out."

Wen Yan was stunned. Why didn’t he remember that he had killed Piaoxian the last time he came?
"My second cousin went to the main family, and they asked him about the mountain herder who led the fake devils. After he got rich, he moved to the city to live. He only went into the mountains to work every year. We have asked him about it, and our current judgment is that based on that guy's mountain herder skills and the fact that he moved to the city and didn't come here on weekdays, it's nonsense for him to want to make a fortune by mountain herders. But what he does specifically is not clear yet."

"No need for too much exact news, just tell me what you have." Wen Yan replied.

"My second cousin said that his master said that he had probably changed his profession to become a local thief. Although there are not many large tombs in this old forest, there are some. There used to be royal ancestral tombs.

My second cousin said that when considering the fake devils, we cannot only consider them from a human perspective. There are many tombs of former great immortals and demons in the old forest. Some of the powerful ones have tombs that are no different from human tombs.

I guess if I were to be a local rat, I wouldn't be that popular here, because whatever I dug up would be taken away by the fake devils."

After saying that, he also sent me a photo, which should have been taken recently. The photo was a leather map with a lot of things marked on it.

Later, he also sent her the meaning of each annotation, for fear that Wen Yan might not understand.

"Okay, thank you for your help. Someone will come to you to view the house later and you can choose it yourself." Wen Yan replied politely.

On the other side, in a courtyard, an old yellow-skinned man wearing a vest and glasses was watching the yellow-skinned man replying to messages on his mobile phone. When he saw Wen Yan's reply, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the old yellow-skinned man patted the yellow-skinned man's shoulder hard.

"Well done, you have good eyesight. I knew you could survive, so you must not be stupid.

This time it's not our Huang Xianer who betrayed those stinky ghosts, so no one can say anything.

We can’t have Wen Yan come and ask in person, so let’s keep it a secret for those guys.

These bastards, seeing how we were in trouble and having a hard time, even secretly dug up one of our ancestral graves.

Let’s see if these bastards dare to act so arrogantly this time.

Remember, cooperate well. If you want to know something you don't know, just come and ask me. We may be in decline, but we are not all dead."

Old Yellow Skin was in a very good mood. After he finished speaking, he changed his mind and added another sentence.

"I'll bring you a few more calves later. Take them with you and let them follow you to raise chickens. Work them like hell. If any of them are disobedient or dare to steal chickens, I'll break their legs and send them back to you. I'll kill them. You have talent, don't waste it. Don't worry about the fighting and killing. You can call me if you have anything." The old yellow-skinned man was quite excited and kept rummaging through things.

If you say that other families are completely unaware of the affairs of each fairy's family, that may happen once or twice, but over time, it will be impossible to keep it secret from everyone.

But on weekdays, there are rules. When there is solid evidence, it has nothing to do with you, so don't meddle in it. And when there is no solid evidence, don't talk nonsense, otherwise you will create a grudge against me.

Normally when they are invited, most of the time they are there to make peace or negotiate, but there are not many cases where the talks fail and a fight breaks out.

This is the way to survive.

In the past, people would ask for titles, but now asking for titles is simply seeking death.

In the past, if a yellow fox was killed by someone, they would hold a grudge.

Now when this kind of thing happens, we just go to negotiate, offer sacrifices, and turn them into resident fairies, and the matter is over.

In different eras, there are different ways of continuing the race.

What we need to do now is to seize the current situation and develop a survival strategy for the next few decades, a hundred years, or in the era of spiritual revival.

The old yellow-skinned monster is not like the young yellow-skinned monsters. He does not hate Wen Yan, nor does he think it is Wen Yan's fault that the last time Wen Yan came here, he almost caused the annihilation of the entire yellow-skinned monster clan.

The information spread outside was that Wen Yan was cruel and ruthless and would wipe out an entire clan at will.

But Lao Pi Zi had participated in the previous cleansing of the house, and he knew best that Wen Yan was still too soft-handed. Otherwise, the yellow-skinned people would have no chance to clean up the house at all.

Because Old Yellow Skin also had his own connections, he later talked to people about it. At that time, the Lieyang Tribe's plan was actually to clean up according to the coordinates, but Wen Yan said that they should talk first if they could.

Later, the incident with the cultivator occurred. A few months later, when the news slowly spread out, they learned that the yellow-skinned man had ruined Wen Yan's path to martial arts, but Wen Yan was so awesome that he managed to carve out a new path.

If he were in the old yellow-skinned monster's shoes, he would feel that the hatred of blocking his way was irreconcilable enough. According to the situation at the time, there would be no problem in exterminating the yellow-skinned monster clan.

Old Huangpi had been thinking about it for a long time. After hearing about his relative coming over, he was completely sure that he was right. The things circulating outside must be someone deliberately slandering Wen Yan.

After figuring out Wen Yan's true character, Old Yellow Skin felt that if he didn't seize this opportunity, he would die with regret.

Dig, dig up whatever news Wen Yan wants.

Now is the time to show the heritage of the Huangpizi in the Northeast.

Wen Yan didn't know that he was just asking casually. He was thinking that if he had some locals here as informants, it would be easier to get a lot of information. For many things, if you are not a local, it is difficult to figure out the details just by looking at the information.

He was willing to communicate first, and the smart demon here saw the stairs and prepared to walk along them.

He was following the route on the map to see if he could find his target, now that he was there.

He followed the route on the map and walked for more than an hour, but didn't encounter anything.

Wen Yan found a mountain top and stood there, looking at the map again. The black box marked his location. He had basically visited all the places that the mountain herders could reach within three days of entering the mountains.

If you can't find the person, at least you can be sure of one thing: there must be something wrong with the person.

While I was thinking about it, Huangpizi sent me some more things. This time, in addition to photos, there were also some electronic documents.

Wen Yan opened one and saw the coordinates of the tombs of some of the great monster ancestors of Huangpizi.

"..."

Wen Yan was a little confused. What was he doing? He didn't study archaeology.

Reading further down, Huangpizi explained it clearly, with reason and evidence, and even stated his speculations as just speculations.

From the map coordinates to the differences between the demon's tomb and human's tomb, everything is explained very clearly.

It even contains the coordinates of some large tombs in the nearby mountains, which tombs have produced ghosts, zombies, or other strange creatures, etc.

If this information and map were handed over to the tomb raider, it would save a lot of trouble.

Wen Yan could see that many of the photos and other things in the document were quite old, and this information must have been accumulated over many years.

This old yellow-skinned guy has also invested a lot of money.

Wen Yan took note of this and would talk about it later.

He looked through the documents carefully, selected the locations of three large tombs, quickly went over and took a look, closed his eyes and sensed the three locations, but there was nothing there, and no signs of tomb robbery were detected.

Wen Yan frowned slightly and continued to choose again. This time he chose the tomb of a great demon. He chose a tomb that was recorded in the documents and was at least a thousand years old.

When he was almost there, he felt a hint of yin energy.

He gathered his Yang energy, closed his eyes, and used his dark vision to sense.

The moment I closed my eyes, I opened them suddenly almost instinctively.

There was a hint of shock in Wen Yan's eyes. In his dark vision, he saw colors, very clear colors.

He looked towards a stone peak in front of him and closed his eyes again.

In his dark vision, the mountain turned into a huge palm. At first glance, the palm seemed to be standing straight, but if you looked closely, the fingers of the palm were slightly bent, as if they were just about to close.

After looking at it for a few more times, I began to feel the sense of oppression rising.

That feeling of oppression gave Wen Yan a sense of déjà vu.

When the feeling of oppression began to gradually increase, Wen Yan opened his eyes. He remembered where he had felt this special feeling of oppression before.

It’s at Decheng Funeral Home, Decheng Funeral Home at night.

At this moment, I suddenly saw the prompts, which were very blurry and some were transparent.

"Bonus tip from Identity Dark Primitive xx: Keep your voice down and don't watch."

After he finished reading it, the prompt became completely transparent and disappeared.

At this moment, there was a sudden explosion at the foot of the mountain ahead. After a few seconds of silence, a thigh covered in blood flew out and hung on a tree not far away.

(End of this chapter)